Hey, I've been pounding out a rough draft of a time travel comedy story that I have a a pretty decent amount of work done on. I thought I'd post a portion here just to see what people think. Umm, just a short briefing: These two guys have wristwatches that let them travel through time and use them to screw around, mostly.
“You couldn’t even beat me up when I was seven years old, buster brown.” Said Goering argumentatively.
“Kay, don’t be ridiculous. I could beat up a child, and seven year old me could trounce seven year old you.” Avery retorted.
“Want to fucking bet, you’ve always been a toothpick.”
Goering and Avery sat in lawnchairs in a meadow watching their younger versions tussle, a cooler full of beer sitting between them. Young Goering threw at a pointy rock, hitting Young Avery’s shoulder. Old Avery rubbed his shoulder, and said: “Hey, dammit, I got a scar from that, you jerkoff.”
Old Goering laughed and said: “Maybe you should be doing better, then, ya hoser.” Then from behind them an angry female voice screeched: “What the hell are you two doing!?”
“How does she keep finding us?” Whispered Avery quickly to Goering. Goering didn’t respond, but shrugged with widened eyes, and mouthed: “I don’t know.”
Avery turned around in his chair and looked upwards on the green knoll they were sitting at the base of, where a girl was standing in an illustrious wedding dress with her hands were on her hips and she was glaring downwards at them. “Cathy, that timewatch isn’t a toy, we gave it to you in case we need your help in an emergency. You shouldn’t be fooling around with time.” Said Avery in a lecturing tone.
“And what exactly do you call setting up a fight club with younger versions of yourself, if it’s not fooling around?” She asked haughtily.
“We’re conducting a science experiment, Cathy, you wouldn’t understand.” Said Goering dismissively.
She ran her hand through her hair with frustration. “Right, yeah if you boys are trying to figure out who has the bigger dick, I can lend you a ruler. But can you think of anywhere else you should be right now?” Avery looked at her quizzically. “Jeez, I’m not sure, Cathy Did we miss your dance recital?” He said, looking right at her dress.
She rolled her eyes and flung a bouquet of tulips she was holding at Avery, which he caught deftly in one hand. He nodded at Goering proudly, saying “First try, too.”
“It’s my wedding, you guys!” She yelled. “And both of you are in the wedding party!”
Goering chimed in, “Yeah, but it’s not like we’re going to be late, we’ll be there.”
“Oh no, you can’t use that excuse. I checked halfway through the service, and you guys weren’t there.”
“Don’t you know it’s bad luck for the Bride to see herself on her wedding day, sis?” Said Goering jokingly. Avery looked at Goering seriously. “That’s odd, isn’t it? You think something happens to us if we go to the wedding?”
Goering mulled it over. “Well, we don’t have much of a choice. Could be that us being afraid of attending is why we aren’t there.”
“But if that were true, we would have been there if she hadn’t come and told us about this yet, not?” Asked Avery.
“Yeah, that is str-“ Goering began, before Cathy stomped her feet on the ground rapidly. “You boys aren’t talking your way out of this one! Get your suits on and get there immediately!”
The duo looked at each other and shrugged.
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Yeah, I have some more vignettes about them, probably funnier than this one, but also a little less self contained.